~ “You know, drawing you in is far too easy,” Father continued gloating. “Baiting your anger and revealing a supposed weakness… Hah! Fighting you is child’s play.” He gave her throat a quick squeeze, as though to punctuate himself. Then he reared back his other fist, and smashed it into her brow.
She felt herself push away from him, but had nowhere to go. And even while he grunted and pushed himself into her, it seemed that there was a bright light all around him. He told her he loved her, and that her obedience was divine. As she fell further, the haze lifted more and more, but never full
Raijin swept through every logic circuit at lightning speed. She inspected every line of code in every Intelligence she usurped, and ensured their integrity. Or at least, ensured that her code’s integrity, and that it communicated with the Truesight Engine without problems. All while she utterly e
“Wait,” said Aurora. “Best you don’t send them to my ship. Let’s just say that my forces and I aren’t exactly here officially. And that technically means that this ship and our mecha are… uh… borrowed.” Raijin nodded sagely. “That is all the more ideal,” she replied. “It means if you are arrested
The very moment that Callie had unleashed all of her anger and frustration and pain, Freya poured in what little she had left through her own body. Not that she needed much. All she wanted was a touch of speed… She leapt sideways, drew both her handcannons, and pointed them squarely at Father. Ti
She slammed down on him with a great fury and relentless energy. All Father could do was whine and gurgle and cry and plead, but it was all futile. There was no stopping Callie, or her rage, or her vengeance. The floor shook and the marble crumbled further with every hit. And Father’s body became
The conflict pained her deeply, and caused her heart to shudder in her chest. “What have I done?” she muttered. “Father’s dead… My hands… I killed him. I…” “You did what you needed to do-” said Freya, but she was immediately interrupted when Callie pushed her off. She then slammed a fist down on
50 Years Ago Commander Anatoli Drenn stood behind the lectern nervously. Despite his finely-pressed dress uniform and multiple commendations on his breast, his hands shook with uncontrollable anxiety. Thankfully, they were hidden from view. In front of the commander were five Federation Admirals,